Friday
May252012

Finding Direction: Remembering Our Song

"Thank you all for the sacred space you hold in your own lives for authentic process, to be in a healing place, unapologetically. To claim it in front of those who may not understand."

~Pixie Campbell, from this post  

Moment after moment we are asked to choose.

There is a voice inside, a longing, an intuition that quietly sings direction.  We must hold that sacred, silent space if we are to hear it.  If we do not, all we hear is the chanting of fear and desire.  If we do not listen, all we hear are the voices of others telling us where to go and what to do and what to buy and how to be.

When we apologize for being in this place, for demanding silence amidst all of the noise of life, all we do is cry over our song.  We whimper, "I'm sorry for being!  I'm so sorry for being.".  Yet we must not take an aggressive journey towards the self.  It is a gentle power that recognizes this space and its importance, and keeps us returning to its embrace.  We are warriors with soft hearts.

So many do not understand.  To be honest, it often feels easier to not understand.  To take the blue pill instead of the red pill.  To remain ignorant of our truths, to ignore the song that aligns us with peaceful being, to continue to drudge along in the fight towards....what?  And yet, once you are blessed with awareness, so too are you given responsibility.  You are given a light to shine or to dim, a way to lead yourself and others, your part to sing in Our Great Song.

 

Losing myself in trying to explain to those who don't understand, tripping over my apologies, I have recently felt uncomfortably anxious.  Last night, I decided to pull a random card from the deck of wisdom, "Shambhala: The Sacred Path of the Warrior" by Chogryam Trungpa.  Before doing so, with a deep sigh, I asked quite simply, "What am I supposed to be doing in the world?"

 

"35: This very moment is always the occasion."

"The principle of nowness is very important to any effort to establish an enlightened society.  You may wonder what the best approach is to helping society and how you can know that what you are doing is authentic and good.  The only answer is nowness.  The way to relax, or rest the mind in nowness, is through the practice of meditation.  In meditation you take an unbiased approach.  You let things be as they are, without judgment, and in that way you yourself learn to be." 

 

Sacred space, right here, right now.  Always.  Without judgment, I acknowledge my ongoing practice to return to this space, this moment -- even in the face of fear and even (albeit gently) amidst those who do not understand.

Many may be confused (myself included from time-to-time) as to why I stop to smell the flower one day and then yell at my daughter for doing the same the next day as we rush to meet the school bus.  It is all a practice, all a remembering.

 

I am deeply grateful to those, Pixie Campbell and Chogyam Trungpa among so many others, who have made their lives their practice, who remember so the rest of us can hear parts of the song.   

 

May we all be so blessed.

 

Namaste.

Thursday
May242012

The Great Circle Inside Of You

  

 

All the Hemispheres

~Hafiz


Leave the familiar for a while.

Let your senses and bodies stretch out

 

Like a welcomed season

Onto the meadow and shores and hills.

 

Open up to the Roof.

Make a new watermark on your excitement

And love.

 

Like a blooming night flower,

Bestow your vital fragrance of happiness

And giving

Upon our intimate assembly.

 

Change rooms in your mind for a day.

 

All the hemispheres in existence

Lie beside an equator

In your heart.

 

Greet Yourself

In your thousand other forms

As you mount the hidden tide and travel

Back home.

 

All the hemispheres in heaven

Are sitting around a fire

Chatting

 

While stitching themselves together

Into the Great Circle inside of

You.

 

Namaste.

Wednesday
May232012

As I Remember

In Memory

As I Remember, 6" x 6", Encaustic and Oil on wood panel (burned with torch)

 

As I remember, my heart starts to burn.

The water blazes down my cheek with a hiss.

As I remember, it used to be warm.

His arms .... his love.

As I remember, my throat tightens up.

Blackened whisps of painful memories choking...

As I remember, 

I burst into flames.

 

Heart racing, I watch myself disintegrate.

Nothing left but ashes, stirred by the breath that continues.

My breath.

 

I remember.

 

Exhale.

I re turn to face what was.

Inhale

I re turn to face what is.

Exhale

 

I turn and turn and turn and swirl the ashes

back into 

being.

 

Inhale.

 

I stoke the fire.

 

Exhale.

  

In memory and in honor of my father, G Stephen Johnson, who took his life 6 years ago on this date.  

 May those who knew him know peace.

 May we remember.

May we all keep the fires burning.

Inhale.  Exhale.

 

Namaste. 

Sunday
May202012

Encaustic Workshop with Shawna Moore

 

Have you ever been so at home with a group of people that you felt like you'd be supported no matter what you did - and simultaneously challenged to create deeper?

 

 

Have you ever been so in love with an activity that time disappeared while you melted into the play?

 

 

Have you ever been so humbled by the presence of another human being's true spirit that all you wanted to do was smile around them?

 

 

Have you ever been so inspired that every waking moment is filled with a peaceful excitement?

 

  

If not, I cannot encourage you strongly enough to find

those people,

that activity,

and that deep of a source of an inspiration.

 

Much thanks to Shawna Moore, Jenny Learner, and the amazing fellow artists who worked beside and inspired me at Shawna's encaustic workshop this weekend.  

 

 Namaste.

Saturday
May192012

Shawna Moore

I feel unbelievably fortunate that tomorrow, I will be taking a workshop from Shawna Moore.

Shawna is an encaustic painter whose work and spirit I immediately fell in love with the first time I viewed her video.  

I will be heading to Chicago, right in the midst of all of this NATO mess.  The excitement about the workshop is balanced with a healthy dose of anxiety about navigating Chicago while the roads I normally take are closed.  Wish me luck!

 

I invite you to fall in love, just as I did, with Shawna and her work:

 

 

Namaste.